While you weren’t too interested in the rap genre, the song playing on the earphones would be too interesting to pass up. Sliding the headset on, the boom of the bass would rock through your body. The intro to the song was better than you thought it was! The beat continued on as you couldn’t help but tap your foot after every blissful beat.
The rapper featured in the album would begin to sing, your mind adjusting slowly as each new verse came. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the song, not noticing the changes beginning to affect your body. Dark brown spots would soon appear on your hand, darkening your light skin tone until it was a beautiful shade of ebony. It would begin to spread to the rest of your body while you could feel yourself getting more into the song.
As your skin darkened, you would begin to shrink down to a nice 5’8”, although you were much too distracted to really notice. After a wonderful sensation on your arms, the muscle and body fat you had in that area would move around, leaving them smooth and feminine. The mass of flesh would move to your chest, which shrunk as two new breasts grew to a DD cup. The shirt you were wearing became tight as a result of the growth, straining against your new chest. Every little bounce of your head would cause a small ripple through, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.
The legs followed suit, but would grow until they were what any girl would die for. The remaining excess fat would shoot towards you rear, inflating as your hands would gently caress your pillow-like ass. A ripping sound came as your pants had torn from your new booty, as you started calling it. “Mmmm, oh yeah~” You moaned, getting more into the music as the chorus began. Your feet would slim down and slid effortlessly out of your shoes while you swung your hips. As the music blared, you felt your cock and balls slowly disappear inside of your body, readjusting themselves a moment later into a fully functional vagina. A moment later, your face would change into something more feminine, your lips become puffy and kissable.
After the chorus, the song picked up again. You bounced with the music, beginning to mouth a few words of the song as if you had heard this before. Your hair would lengthen and change to a dark black color. It continued to grow until it hit the floor, lying dormant for a while before then styling itself into a sea of dreads that hung from you head. Feeling them bang against your head gave you a burst of energy as you would continue to enjoy yourself some.
The shirt you had in shifted around your frame until it became a black bra, supporting your new mammaries as they bounced all around. After a few more hops, you could feel the material of the red tank top you had on, almost as if it had appeared. A draft on your stomach let you know that your midsection was expose, showing off that body of yours. Your underwear pressed against your new womanhood, becoming a matching set of black panties. Your torn jeans would fall into a state of disrepair as they now hugged your new waist, just barely holding on as it seemed ready to burst off of you. You stepped back into your shoes, which had change into a pair of matching red pumps.
You felt a strange weight on the side of your head before feeling the large hoop earrings brush against your neck. You must have totally forgotten about them. Black manicured fingernails grew from your new fingertips, now brushing against your hair. Tattoos would swirl around this new body, names and designs of all sizes scattered about. The clinging of golden chains came from below, several necklaces wrapping around your smooth chocolate neck.
As the final chorus came, you were now singing aloud the words. It wasn’t like anybody would notice. They were off in their own worlds. Your mind would alter as things changed and things you hated once were now very enticing. Things like studying, video games, all of it seemed boring and pointless. It was removed and soon replaces with knowledge of rap artists, clothes, shopping, and a love of any and all music, especially rap. Your vocabulary changed from elaborate and correct English to a more butchered version of slang and things you had heard growing up.
As the song ended, you opened your eyes and smiled to yourself. “Damn, that shit was on fiya.” Picking up an album, you caught a brief reflection of your face in the case. Hot damn you were a fine bitch. The phone in your pocket went off as you checked it, changing along with you as it showed a text message.
“@ food court. Where u at?”
“Ah shit, I fucked up. Hope mah date ain’t gun’ be mad. He lucky ta snag me.” You said, hurrying to pay for the album and then racing to the food court.